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WITH  QUOTATIONS   FROM  POEMS 


OF 


LLOYD  MIFFLIN. 


GIFT  OF 


YEAR-BOOK: 

BIRTH-DAYS 

OF 

Distinguished  Americans 

CHIEFLY    OF    THE 

EIGHTEENTH    CENTURY: 

WITH     QUOTATIONS 

FROM     THE     POETICAL     WRITINGS 
OF 

LLOYD  MIFFLIN. 

EDITED     BY 
E.   S.    B. 


PHILADELPHIA: 
THE     LEVYTYPE     COMPANY, 

PUBLISHERS'   ,       , 


COPYRIGHT  1890, 

BY 
LLOYD  MIFFLIN. 


PREFACK. 

In  making  selectious  from  the  Poems  of  Mr. 
Lloyd  Miffiin,  it  has  been  thought  well  to  con 
fine  the  quotations  to  his  Ode  on  Memorial  Day, 
and  to  his  Two  Hundred  and  Fifty  Sonnets; 
quoting  nothing  from  his  lyrics  or  minor  poems. 

The  sentiments  expressed  in  the  quotations 
will  be  found  in  a  number  of  cases  to  be  applic 
able  to  our  idea  of  the  character  over  whose 
name  they  appear,  but  in  many  instances  there 
is  no  connection  whatever  intended  between  the 
personage  named  and  the  poetical  selection. 

The  quotation  at  the  top  of  each  page  is  in 
tended  to  apply  to  the  day  of  the  month,  and 
not  to  the  character  or  event  named  under  it. 
The  date  given  is  that  of  the  birth  of  the  char 
acter  named. 

In  a  very  few  instances  it  has  been  found 
impossible  to  ascertain  the  day  of  the  month  on 
which  certain  characters  were  born — in  such 
cases  the  date  has  been  placed  arbitrarily  by  the 
compiler. 

It  has  been  the  aim  of  the  editor  to  include 
in  this  collection  the  names  of  many  of  those, 
who,  during  the  Eighteenth  Century,  aided  the 
cause  of  American  Liberty  and  Progress. 

E.  S.  B. 


3R7775 


JANUARY 


Our  Heroes  sleep,  they  rest  below, 
And  through  a  thousand  years, 
The  influence  of  their  deeds  shall  go 
Like  perfume  wafted  to  and  fro 
Around  the  rolling  spheres. 

.  ANTHONY  WAYNE.  .       .  1745 


While  still  above  the  hill-top's  wooded  crest 
The  rosy  colors  linger,  loath  to  die. 

2  .  ,   PHILIP  FRENEAU.   ,       .  1752 


Throned  in  that  fine  air  of  Tranquillity. 
8  ....     LU(  RETIA   MOTT.     .     .     .   1793 

Gulfed  in  the  surges  of  the  ceaseless  sea. 

4  .  HORACE  BINNEY.    ,       .  1780 


When  all  the  pomp  of  fame  shall  fade 
As  fades  the  summer's  grass. 

5  .  .   .  STEPHEN  DECATUR  .   .1779 


JANUARY 


The  darling  summer  that  we  loved— in  vain, 
O  where  is  she  and  all  her  gold  of  yore? 

6  .   ,   .   THOMAS  CHITTENDEN.    .   .1780 

Like  to  the  voice  of  the  eternal  sea, 
Filled  with  a  wild  unfathomable  moan. 

7  .  ISKAKL    PCTTNAM.  .   1718 


For  this  is  but  the  cradle  age 
That  rocks  the  child  a  year ; 
But  with  the  Future's  tutelage 
The  full  man  shall  appear. 

8  ....  NICHOLAS  BIDDLE  .   .   .  1786 

Black  in  the  /enith  air, 
Kose  th'  immeasurable  mountain  throne 
Peak  above  peak  of  everlasting  stone. 

9  ....     LEMUEL  SHAW.     .   .   .  1781 

They  rolled  the  ball  of  Progress  up ; 
They  took  a  stain  from  off  the  land ; 
They  drank,  nor  passed  the  bitter  cup ; 
They  did  the  duty  near  at  hand. 

10  .  .    THOMAS  MIKFLIN   ,       .  1744 


JANUARY 


And  let  your  heart, 

Mellowed  by  midnight,  while  the  back-log  glows, 
Touch  on  the  themes  most  dear — the  Muse  and  Art, — 
Till  in  the  east  unfolds  th'  Aurorean  rose. 

11  .       .  ALEXANDER  HAMILTON  .   .  1757 


They  helped  the  Nations  yet  to  be ; 
They  broke  a  path  into  the  skies — 
For  first  of  all  man  must  be  free 
Before  he  can  be  wise ! 

12  .  JOHN  HANCOCK,  .  1737 


A  single  bell  has  ceased  to  toll  afar, 
And  silence  listens,  stiller  than  a  stone. 

13  .       ,  SAMUEL  WOODWORTH.       .  1785 


Not  so  the  fronts  of  those  who  live  and  die 

Scarred  with  the  thunder- track  of  Thought  and  torn 

With  eagle  beaks  of  Art. 

14  .   ...   JAMES  GARRARD.  .       .  1749 


Down  the  dim  aisles  of  fading  memory, 
Drifts  the  deep  plaint  of  countless  threnodies. 

15  .   .    ,    PHILIP  LIVINGSTONE.    .    ,  1716 

3 


JANUARY 


Some  chattering  snow-birds  clustering  on  the  seeds 
Of  winter's  withered  flow'rs,  miscalled  weeds. 

16  .       .  NICHOLAS  LONGWORTH.  .    .  1782 


Through  vasts  unwinnowed  by  the  wings  of  eld ! 

17  .          BENJAMIN  FRANKLIN.       .  1706 


Our  science  in  his  greater  ken, 
Shall  seem  a  paltry  toy, 
As  when  the  man  looks  back  again 
On  the  playthings  of  the  boy. 

18  .  .  DANIEL  WEBSTER.          .  1782 


Think  not  because  upon  these  slopes  of  green 
Thou  hear'st  no  footsteps  follow,  that  alone 
I  pace  these  vales. 

19  .  ISAIAH  THOMAS.  .  1749 


And  azure  seas  there  are,  and  sunset  sails, 
And  shepherds  piping  on  the  capes  of  blue, 

20  .  ROBERT  MORRIS,    .    .    .  1733 


JANUARY 


The  snow  lies  white  upon  the  frozen  plain 
And  loudly  blows  the  hyperborean  blast ; 
His  cohorts  armed  with  lances  of  the  rain 
Tilt  fiercely  'gainst  me  and  go  charging  past. 

21  .  ROBERTS  VAUX.  .  1786 


Elusive  Spirit  of  the  vague  inane 

Whose  keys  unlock  the  cavernous  doors  of  sleep. 

22  .  WILLIAM  DAVIDSON.        .  1746 


For  bliss  achieved  is  but  the  birth  of  woes, 
And  joy  lies  only  in  pursuit  of  joy. 

23  .  BENJAMIN  LINCOLN.        .  1733 


Like  young  Hyperion,  leaning  bright 
Over  his  cloudy  chariot's  side, 
Let  Knowledge  shoot  her  shafts  of  light 
Thro'  crawling  Error' §  Python  hide. 

24  .  .  LlNDLEY   MURKAY  .          .   1745 


And  silence  clings 
Like  some  loved  arm  around  us,  long  laid  by. 

25  ....  EZEKIEL  CHEEVER  .    .    .  1616 

A  bugle's  blast 
Blared  from  the  bannered  turrets. 

26  .        SAMUEL  GEORGE  MORTON.    .  1799 


JANUARY 


O'er  barren  hill-tops  girt  with  windy  trees 
The  songless  thickets  make  their  chilly  moan. 

27          .    .     ROBERT  YATBS.  .  1738 


Sweet  are  the  songs  the  soul  still  leaves  unsung ! 

£  .    .       .  JAMEB  TALLMADGE.        .  1778 


Fair  faces  mild  with  calm  serenity ; 
The  placid  brows  Madonna  might  have  worn ; 
Clear  foreheads  where  no  cares  were  ever  born— 
These  are  the  gauds  of  Youth's  vacuity. 

29  .    .    .    .   .  HENRY  LEE.  .  1756 


How  dear  the  viiiona  which  the  mind's  eye  sees ! 
Sweeter  the  things  that  are  not,  than  that  are. 

30  .    ,   .  JOHN  HENRY  HOPKINS  .   .  1792 

I  see  the  future  temples  rise 
Grander  than  all  before, 
Where  Man,  not  only  free,  but  wise, 
Shall  tread  this  golden  shore. 

31  ...   GOUVERNEUR  MORRIS   ,    .  1752 


FEBRUARY 


The  silent  cypresses  that  fringe  the  hill 
Bend  'neath  the  fury  of  their  angry  will. 

1  ,  DAVID  PORTER.  .  1780 


Great  ones  with  laurelled  brows,  and  glorious  eyes 
Bright  with  fulfillment  of  their  prophecies. 

2  .  .  LYMAN  HALL  .  .  1726 


Kecede,  O  World,  and  let  the  mysteries 
Sweep  in  upon  me  of  the  Spirit's  birth. 

3  .  .  JOHN  DAVKNPORT.          .  1697 


Dark  currents  whose  corrosions  gnaw  its  realm 
And  waste  it  irretrievably  away. 

4  ,  .  JAMES  G.  BJKNKY.          .  1792 


Unniched  among  thy  land's  illustrious  names. 

5  .    ,    ,   .   .  AARON  BUKK  ....  1756 

7 


FEBRUARY 


And  in  the  sky,  where  all  the  day  lies  dead, 
The  clouded  moon  unsheathes  her  scymetar. 

6  .    .     ALLIANCE  WITH  FRANCE  .    .  1778 


And  dream  the  Dawn,  at  last,  will  bring  us  peace. 

7 ELI  IVES 1779 

Be  warned !  This  storm  is  aimed  at  Liberty. 

8  ....    PETER  FANEUIL.  .  1700 


And  have  you  then  this  truth  to  learn, 

Or  do  you  but  forget, 

In  times  of  peace 

The  Ballot  is  the  soldier's  bayonet? 

9  .    .  HARRISON,  QTH  PRESIDENT.  .1778 

I  who  within  the  sunshine  of  your  smile 
Spread  my  green  leaves  and  rapturously  grew, 
Rearing  my  towering  branches  to  the  blue 
And  top  of  heaven— which  was  yourself  the  while. 

10  ....  TREATY  OF  PARIS.  .   .   .1763 

8 


FEBRUARY 


But  not  less  sweet,  the  winter's  warm  alcove, 
With  books  and  thought,  and  lamp-lit  room,  and 

scent 
Of  apple  parings  rising  from  the  stove. 

11  .  DANIEL  BOONE  .  .  1735 


Who  would  not  give  the  remnant  of  his  days 
To  live  one  hour  a  thousand  years  from  now  ! 

12  .  PETER  COOPER  .  .  1791 


For  to  create  is  still  God's  prime  delight. 

13  .  MATTHEW  THORNTON        .  1714 


Yes  !  Safe  as  once  were  they 
Feasting  in  Babylon  when  Cyrus'  wiles 
Drew  off  Euphrates,  and  let  in  his  files— 
His  myrmidons  to  slaughter  and  dismay  ! 

14  .       .   .  WILLIAM  Goo  DELL  .        .  1792 


Serene,  with  dreams  and  fair  felicities. 

15  .  .  ABRAHAM  CLARK.          .  1726 


FEBRUARY 


Why,  what  forsooth,  to  Nature  have  we  owed 
With  her  sublime  and  callous  negligence  ? 
Nature's  indifference  is  enough  to  goad 
A  saint  to  recantation. 

16  ..    .   .  EDWARD  SHIPPEN.  .   .   .  1729 

Without  a  stain  upon  one  har , 
And  in  our  Nation's  firmament 
Let  Honor  be  the  polar  star ! 

17  .   .    .   .  JOHN  PICKERING,   ,       .  1777 


Ah !  but  to  leave, 

O'er  foot-worn  wastes  of  mediocrity, 
Some  peak  unscalable  of  high  achieve 
To  daze  the  dim  blue  of  Futurity  ! 

18  .    .    .   .  GEORGE  PEA  BODY.  ,       .  1795 


The  days,  like  some  Arabian  caravan, 
Glide  by,  as  still  he  treads  beneath  his  trees. 

19  ..    ,    .  THEODORE  LYMAN  .       .  1792 


With  folded  wings  we  paced  the  gorge  alone, 
The  shining  nimbus  round  the  angel  there. 
Lighted  my  feet. 

20  ....    HUGH  MERCER  ....  1721 

10 


FEBRUARY 


The  sky  where  erst  the  blue 
Hung  her  unfathomable  deeps  serene. 

21  .  .  JOPEVH  HAWLEY.  .  1724 


When  man  is  swept  into  the  skies ; 
When  systems  melt  away ; 
When  time  no  longer  onward  flies  ; 
When  stars  themselves  are  gray — 
The  memory  of  their  sacrifice 
Shall  blossom  in  the  skies, 
And  down  the  aisles  of  endless  day 
Go  sounding  on  for  aye  ! 

22  .    WASHINGTON,  IST  PRESIDENT  .  1732 


When  Day  drops  down  the  draw-bridge  for  the  Night. 

23  .  .  HKNRY  DEARBORN  .       .1751 


Will  these  fade  too,  and  wane— 
These  last  delusions  and  desired  dreams  ? 

24  .       ,   THBOPHILUS  PARSONS.      .  1760 


Willing,  but  still  a  martyr  to  my  song  ! 

25  CHARLES  COTESWORTH  PINCKNEY,  1746 


FEBRUARY 


The  nude  white  arms  of  the  young  sycamore. 

26  .  ROBERT  FULTON,  .  1765 


What  is  yon  lower  star  that  beauteous  shines 
And  with  soft  splendor  now  incarnadines 
Our  wings? 

27  .  JACOB  BIGELOW,    ,        .  1787 


Wings  for  the  soul  are  never  forged  in  vain, 
Although  the  Artist  and  his  Art  be  lost. 

28  .  MARY  LYON  .  1797 


MARCH 


The  gilded  Indian  of  the  village  vane 
Swirls  to  the  east. 

1  .  FEDERAL  GOVERNMENT  EST'D.  .  1781 


We  drop  on  Valor's  grave,  a  tear. 

2  .  GEN.  SAM.  HOUSTON  .    .    .  1793 


Onward  forever  by  thy  spirit  borne 
Bird  of  the  dim  illimitable  seas  ! 

3  .  THOMAS  CHALKLEY   .   .   .  1675 


Ah,  what  a  sight  beneath  the  sky 
The  mountains  looked  on  then  ! 

4  .  COUNT  PULASKI.    .   .   .  1748 


Safe— say  ye  ?  Listen !  Hear  ye  not  the  sound 
Of  stealthy  sappers  tunnelling  'neath  the  walls? — 
That  ominous  rumble  heard  below  the  ground 
When  muffled  millions  dig— no  shouts— no  calls, 
But  dark  and  secret  workings  all  around. 

5  .   .  MADISON,  4ra  PRESIDENT  .   .  1751 

13 


JVIARCH 


Sick  of  the  light  and  of  the  hateful  sky. 

6  .    .    ,    WILMAM  BRADFORD.        .  1588 


Through  the  glooms 

Loved  faces  throng  the  stairway,  sweet  with  tears ; 
And  from  the  walls,  where  nothing  now  appears, 
Each  dim  ancestral  portrait  looks  and  looms. 

7  .    .  GEORGE  BKTHUNH  ENGLISH.  .  1787 


The  decimation  of  the  tyrant  thrones, 

The  fate  of  Empire,  and  the  dirge  of  Kings ! 

8  ....    GKORGU  CLYMER.  .  1789 


In  golden  summers  gone  and  past  recall 

What  words  were  whispered  there  of  sweet  and  low ! 

9  .   .   .    '.  JOHN  ARMSTRONG.  .       .  1795 


How  can  the  rugged  Saxon  which  we  use, 
Whose  roughness  cleaves  these  lines  with  ragged 

wounds, 

Charm  as  an  organ  roll  of  Umbrian  sounds 
That  float  from  Vallombrosa  or  Vaucluse  ? 

10  .       .   .   THOMAS  BUTLKR.    .   .   .  1754 

14 


MARCH 


Terrific  roarings  of  Euroclydon. 

11  .       .  ROBERT  TREAT  PAINE,   ,    .  1731 


And  solace  with  low  voices  not  terrene. 

12  .  .  BISHOP  BERKELEY  .       .  1684 


He  hopes  besides— so  high  his  wishes  climb— 
To  leave,  in  the  wild  garden  of  his  rhyme, 
Some  marvelous  lily  of  immortal  song. 

13  .       .  WILLIAM  ALEXANDER,  .   .  1726 


The  roaring  wheels  of  hurry  on  are  rolled,— 
This  seething  serpent  never  stops  to  coil. 

14  .       .  THOMAS  HART  BENTON  .   .  1782 


Let  Freedom  clench  her  iron  hand 
Upon  the  throat  of  Tyranny. 

15  .   .    JACKSON,  TTH  PRESIDENT.    .  1767 

15 


MARCH 


How  beauteous  with  her  full  sails  to  the  breeze 
As  slow  she  bends  and  rocks  above  the  bay ! 

16  .    .   MA'DISON,  4rra  PRESIDENT.    .  1751 


Safe  ?  . .  Safe ! . . .  Why  wait  ye  tilj  the  Castle  falls ! 

17  .  .  WILLIAM  PrNKNEY  .        .  1764 


•i    So  one  adown  wierd  pathways  of  the  night 
Hears  in  his  sleep,  by  strange  ethereal  streams. 
Music  elusively  beyond  his  reach. 

18  .  .  JOHN  CALDWELL  CALHOUN.  .  1782 


At  last  I  felt  the  ominous,  black  air,  quake 
With  far-off  beatings  of  their  horned  wings 
Before  they  came — enormous,  baleful  Things. 

19   .  .   TlIOMAB   MCKEAN.  .    1734 


I  see  their  sabres  in  the  air 
With  a  sinister  flash  arid  a  frantic  flare, 
Thirsty,  and  bright,  and  horribly  bare 
Fall  on  the  foe  like  hail ! 

20  ....  COUNT  D'ESTAING  .    .    .  1729 

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MARCH 


Half  hid  in  moss  the  first  arbutus  bells 
Of  all  the  year. 

21  .       .  CHRISTOPHER  GADSDEN  .   .  1724 


And  if  Man  mould,  he,  like  the  potter's  thumb, 
Is  moulded  by  a  Force  which  conquereth— - 
That  Force  which  swings  him  like  a  pendulum 
An  hour  only  between  birth  and  death. 

22  .  ,   JOHN  HART.  .  1708 


Where  knowledge  glistens  like  a  silver  star. 

23  ..    .   .    JOHN  BARTRAM.     .   .   .  1699 

In  everlasting  anthems  thunderous ! 

24 JOEL  BARLOW  ....  1755 

'Tis  in  achieving  only,  life  is  wrought. 

25  ....   WILLIAM  JASPER.  ,    .    .  1750 

17 


MARCH 


Peal  upon  peal  of  song,  that  took  its  flight 
O'er  walls  of  sardonyx  and  jasper  stone. 

26  .       .  NATHANIEL  BOWDITCH.      .  1773 


Beds  of  forget-me-nots,  divinely  blue, 
Suddenly  seen  in  unfrequented  dells. 

27  .  FRANCIS  LEWIS.  .  1713 


Alone  I  drink  this  wormwood  for  my  wine. 

28  .    .  THEODORE  FRELINGHUYSEN.  .  1787 

Vast  shapes  and  vague,  portentous  effigies, 
Stalk  in  the  clouds  and  threaten, — yet  men  say 
That  we  are  safe. 

29  .  .  TYLER,  lOxn  PRESIDENT  .  .  1790 

O  come  !  ethereal  unrealities, 
Flood  me  and  fill  me  beyond  reach  of  dearth, 
With  those  immortal  murmurs  not  of  earth,— 
Memnonian  music  sweeter  than  the  sea's ! 

30  ...     SIMON  BRADSTREET  .   «   .  1603 

Our  dead  are  not  dead  till  we  deem  them  so ; 
'Tis  our  cold  hearts,  alone,  that  let  them  die. 

31  ...    WILLIAM  BREWSTER.    .   .  1566 

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APRIL 

It  is  the  Spring  come  back  again  who  brings 
Hope  to  the  heart  amid  her  daffodils. 

.  BENJAMIN  MOOERS  .    ,   .  1758 


Make  Principle  instead  of  Craft 
To  rule  this  land  of  ours ; 
Let  Politics,  both  North  and  South, 
Sink  their  diminished  powers. 

2  .   .  JEFFERSON,  3RD  PRESIDENT.  .  1743 


But  by  none  else  hath  it  been  ever  seen— 
Only  by  me— and  only  in  my  dreams ! 

3  ...    WASHINGTON  IRVING.       .  1783 


One  who  walks  close  to  Nature,  the  All-wise, 
Content  can  live,  and  on  her  bosom,  die. 

4  .  THADDEUS  STEVENS  .       .  1793 


When  in  the  quiet  vale 
About  the  feet,  and  in  the  far-off  dale, 
Close  to  the  pool  the  earliest  swallow  flies. 

5  ...  JONAS  CHICKERING.  .   .   .  1798 

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APRIL 

While  gently  falls  again 
The  gracious  benefaction  of  the  rain. 

6  .  WASHINGTON  EL'T'D  Isr  PRBB.  .  1789 


' '  Why  pause  we  here  ? ' '  The  angel  answering  said, 
"  The  journey  ends.  These  are  the  Doors  of  Death  ; 
Lo,  now  they  open,  inward,  for  the  dead." 
And  then  a  Voice, — "Who  next  that  entereth?  " 

7  .     ,  WM.  ELLERY  CHANNING  .    .  1780 


Making  the  neck  of  circumstance  a  stone 
Whereon  to  mount,  with  high  and  haughty  tread, 
Up  the  sheer  steeps  to  her  imperial  throne. 

8  .  DAVID  RITTENHOUSE.       .  1732 


Man  is  himself  the  great  apocalypse. 
.    .   .  FISHER  AMES.  .  .  1758 


"  Forward !  no  quarter ! 
Sabre  the  gunners !  spike  the  guns  !  " 

10  ....  ISAAC  MACKEEVER  .   .   .  1793 


APRIL 

At  morning  when  the  year  is  young  and  pale, 
While  yet  the  azure  of  the  trembling  skies 
Is  soft  as  is  the  blue  within  the  eyes 
Of  some  sweet  child. 

11  .  .  EDWARD  EVERETT  .   .   .  1794 


And  leave  a  stillness  panting  all  around 
With  the  remembered  music  of  the  sound. 

12  .  .  HKNRY  CLAY.  .  1777 


4 '  The  road  to  glory  is  the  path  of  duty." 
A  noble  lesson — let  us  learn  it  of  them  now. 

13  .       ,   ALEXANDER  MACOMB.    .    .  1782 


And  so,  for  years,  the  conflict's  rage 
Reddens  the  white  of  History's  page. 

14  .  JOHN  LAURENS.    .   .   .  1753 


Unload  elsewhere  the  old-world  prison  vans — 
Quick— to  the  gate !— Let  the  portcullis  fall ! 
America  is  for  Americans  ! 

15  .    .  ELEAZER  WHEELOCK  RIPLEY  .  1782 

21 


APRIL 

Above  the  rushes  and  dusk  water-weeds 
That  sentinel  the  margin  of  dim  meads. 

16  .   .  CHARLES  WILSON  PEALE.  .   .  1741 

Not  alone 

In  golden  voids  of  Heaven,  but  near  the  throne 
Triumphant  with  flamboyant  wings  upright. 

17  .    .    ARCHIBALD  ALEXANDER  .    .  1772 

The  lamentation  of  the  rose-lipped  shell 
On  alien  shores,  melodiously  forlorn. 

18  ...    WILLIAM  WILLIAMS  .   .   .  1731 

They  sleep  beneath  the  quiet  skies, 
In  hallowed,  holy  beds ; 
The  garlands  of  the  centuries 
Drop  fragrance  on  their  heads. 

19  .   .   .  BATTLE  OF  LEXINGTON  .   .1776 

Vast  hollow  voids,  beyond  the  utmost  reach 
Of  suns,  their  legions  withering  at  His  nod, 
Died  into  day  hearing  the  voice  of  God. 

20  ....  DAVID  BRAIWERD.  .       .  1718 


APRIL 

The  tree  tops  tremble  with  the  gentle  air. 

21  .  SAMUEL  JOHN  MILLS.    .    .  1783 


As  through  the  Void  we  went  I  heard  his  plumes 
Strike  on  the  darkness. 

22  .  .   JAMES  SULLIVAN.        .    .1744 


O  Liberty  !  shed  round  them  o'er  this  land 
Thy  beam,  that  they  may  know,  and  see,  and  hear, 
The  price  we  paid  for  thee  was  all  too  dear 
To  have  thee  strangled  now  upon  this  strand  ! 

23  .    .  BUCHANAN,  15TH  PRESIDENT  .1791 


The  Muse  still  sits  upon  her  cloudy  sites. 

24  ..    .    .  JOHN  TRUMBULL.    .    .    .  1750 

Only  th'  intellectual  flower 
That  grows  beyond  our  plucking,  seems  of  note, 
The  mind  imaginative  will  never  dote 
On  bald  lucidity. 

25 DAVID  HALE 1791 

23 


APRIL 

Uprising  from  my  feet  the  meadow-lark 
Shook  the  sweet  music  from  him  to  the  breeze. 

26  .  .  WILLIAM  TATHAM  .       .1752 


Young  is  the  World,  and  man  has  just  begun 
To  touch  those  havens  of  th'  unfathomed  sea 
That  lie  enshrouded  dark  in  mystery. 

27 8. F.B.MORSE.    .    .    .1791 

Down — down  the  abysm's  perpendicular, 
I  listened  for  the  rock  my  feet  had  sent 
Thundering,  to  strike  some  bottom. 

28  .  THOMAS  STONE  .  .  1743 


And  distant  peoples  yet  to  be 
Shall  bless  them  thro'  futurity. 

29  ...    OLIVER  ELLSWORTH  .       .  1745 


Upon  a  cloud  among  the  stars  we  stood, 
The  angel  raised  his  hand  and  looked  and  said, 
"  Which  world,  of  all  yon  starry  myriad 
Shall  we  make  wing  to?  " 

30  ....    SIMEON  THAYER.    .   .   .  1737 

24 


MAY 

You  who  were  sweeter  than  the  buds  of  May. 

1  .       .  JUNIUS  BRUTUS  BOOTH.  .    ,  1796 


Backward  across  the  years  now  dead, 

By  solemn  recollection  led 

I  look  o'er  many  a  sanguine  field. 

2  .  .   WADE  HAMPTON.  .  1754 


Land  of  my  birth  !  so  looking  over  thee 
The  Poet  sees  from  his  prophetic  peak, 
Havoc  and  whirlwind  brewing. 

3  .  JOSEPH  HE  WES  .  .  1730 


Oft  have  I  seen  at  eventide  the  thrush 
Embowered  in  the  topmost  branches  fair. 

4  ...  JOHN  JAMES  AUDUBON.  .    .  1780 

Bound  me  at  times  convene 
Shadows  and  Shades,  that  from  their  airy  zone 
Stand  with  me  here  upon  this  mountain  throne. 

5  ....    JOHN  LANG  DON.     .    .    .  1739 

25 


MAY 


In  grassy  orchards  blossoming  all  arow 

Thy  blooms  were  falling  o'er  the  dappled  wall. 

6  .         .  PELEG  WADSWORTH  .       .  1748 


A  near  my  home  in  Pennsylvania  lay 

These  Indian  streams  that  made  the  summer  air 

Tremble  with  music. 

7  ...  WILLIAM  BAINBRIDGE.  .   .  1774 

Let  legislators,  great  and  small, 
From  county-seat  to  capitol 
Do  the  imperial  people's  will 
Or  at  their  peril  fail ! 

8  ....   SAMUEL  ELBERT.    .   .   .  1740 

Then  that  dread  angel  near  the  awful  throne 
Leaving  the  seraphs  ranged  in  flaming  tiers, 
Winged  his  dark  way  through  those  unpinioned 
spheres. 

9 JACOB  BROWN  ....  1775 

Let  Liberty  mean  Kectitude ; 
Let  Ignorance  die  alone ; 
Let  never  more  thro'  brother's  blood, 
Red  Conquest  reach  her  throne. 

10  ..    .    .  UNION  OF  STATES.  .          1775 


MAY 

When,  under  the  horizon  far,  I  hear 

The  clarions  of  the  dawn— how  faint  up-borne  ! 

11  .    .        .  JOHN  LOWELL,  JR.  ...  1799 


This  Tower,  by  sires,  for  us  alone  was  made ! 

12  .  JOSEPH  CILLEY  .  .  1734 


Dead  Tuscan  by  the  Umbriau  sea  ! 
Thou  who  art  dust  this  many  a  century, 
What  lover  shall  I  leave  to  weep  for  me— 
What  wan  amphora  filled  with  woman's  tears? 

13  .   .  ABRAHAM  TEN  BROECK  .  .  1734 


Whether  on  the  mart, 
Or  on  the  Heliconian  hills  apart, 
Toil  at  thy  temples  builded  in  the  sky. 

14  .  .  TIMOTHY  DWIGHT.  .   .   .  1752 


Waking,  fails  to  trace  or  to  recite 

Strains  he  hath  heard,— they  lying  beyond  speech 

In  depths  of  incommunicable  dreams. 

15  ..    .   .    THOMAS  PRINCE.    .   .   .  1687 

27 


MAY 

In  youth  how  slowly  passed  the  golden  day ! 
As  if  upon  the  stillness  of  some  brook 
You  threw  a  rose  leaf  and  the  rose  leaf  took 
Its  own  sweet  time  to  loiter  to  the  bay. 

16  ..    .    .  BENJAMIN  CHURCH  .    .    .  1639 

England !  my  blood  first  sprang  from  thy  dear  shires- 
Is  it  that  they  still  beckon,  or  those  sires 
Laid  'neath  thy  sod  before  the  days  of  Penn  ? 

17 JOHN  PENN 1741 

Drop  your  garlands  and  your  bays, 
The  blessings  of  futurity— 
The  benedictions  of  the  sky, 
Fall  on  them  gently  where  they  lie ! 

18  ....   JOHN  RUTLEDGE.    .   .    .  1739 

O  Liberty,  thou  standest  fair  and  bright, 
Yet  dark  the  threatenings  round  about  thy  head ; 
For  there  are  those  who  hate  thee— wish  thee  dead- 
Would  sink  thee  in  the  waters  far  from  sight. 

19 JAMES  REED 1724 

Kings  look — and  Kings  despair ; 

Their  sceptres  tremble  in  their  jewelled  hands 

And  dark  thrones  totter  in  the  baleful  air ! 

20  .  .  GEORGE  Ross.  ,  .  1730 


28 


MAY 

O  happy  Seed  !  it  is  not  thine  to  die  ; 
Thy  wings  bestow  thine  immortality, 
And  thou  canst  bridge  the  deep  and  dark  profound. 

21  „     .  STEPHEN  GIRARD.  .   .  1750 


Who  nobly  die,  must  nobly  live  the  while. 

22  .  ,  ARTHUR  TAPPAN.          .  1786 


Spake  rashly  then,  but  now  as  one  who  knows, — 
That  he  who  lets  Love  pass  to  clutch  at  Fame, 
Gathers  but  ashes  for  life's  sweetest  rose. 

23  .  .  JOHN  GIBSON.  .  1740 


No  mortal  wreath,  however  blest, 
The  buried  hero  needs ; 
Immortal  crowns  forever  rest 
Above  immortal  deeds. 

24  .  WILLIAM  DAVIDSON  .       .1746 


See !  From  the  steerage,  how  they  scale  the  wall  I 
Awake,  ye  Sentries !  'Tis  a  Nation's  call ! 
Shall  our  fair  Castle  sink  to  such  base  hands? 

25  .    .    .-  ..  JOHN  PATTERSON.  .    .   .  1744 


MAY 

Drifting  along  by  many  a  sunny  nook, 
Little  we  cared— it  would  ever  be  May ! 

26  ...  EDWARD  LIVINGSTON  .       .  1764 


This  is  the  daybreak  of  the  Day  to  be ! 

27  ....  NATHANIEL  GREEN  .   .   .  1742 

Those  splendid  jewels  of  the  soul  that  each 

Snatches  and  hides  forever  on  the  beach 

Of  Life  from  Love's  great  tidal-wave  upflung ! 

28  ..    .   .    Louis  McLANE  ....  1786 

His  feet  were  shod  with  music  and  had  wings 
Like  Hermes :  far  upon  the  peaks  of  song 
His  sandals  sounded  silverly  along. 

29  ..    .   .    PATRICK  HENRY.    .   .    .1736 

Now  that  victory 
Sits  on  the  helmets  of  our  enemy  ! 

30  ....  RICHARD  SKINNER  .   .  1778 


And  phantom  squadrons  hurrying  to  the  fight ! 

31 JOHN  BROOKS  ....  1752 

30 


JUNE 

The  dells  are  dim  with  vague  romance. 

1  .  .  JAMES  TILTON  .  .  1745 


Disdain  sits  on  his  lips ;  and  in  a  frown 
Scorn  lives  upon  his  forehead  for  a  crown. 

2  .    RAKDOLPH  OF  ROANOKE  .  .  1773 


They  are  the  Poets— they  give  airy  wings 
To  shapes  marmorean. 

3  .  THOMAS  SULLY  .        ,    .  1783 


But  let  me  live  in  the  sweet  privacy 
Of  my  own  crags  and  trees. 

4  .       .  JOHN  EAGER  HOWARD.  .   .  1752 


If  man  is  Sovereign  now,  who  yet  is  weak, 
What  in  the  course  of  ages  will  he  be  ? 

5  ...  BUSHROD  WASHINGTON  .   ,1762 

31 


JUNE 

One  listening  in  the  clover  fields  can  hear 
The  mower  whet  his  scythe. 

NATHAN  HALE  .  .  1755 


Ah,  yet  once  more  across  the  shadowy  years 
She  meets  me  in  the  gloaming.    Down  the  lane 
We  hear  the  dropping  of  the  pasture  bars. 

.    .    U.  S.  BANK  CHARTERED.  .   ,  1791 


Then  all  the  works  of  darkness  being  done 
Through  countless  aeons  hopelessly  forlorn, 
Out  to  the  very  utmost  verge  and  bourn, 
God  at  the  last,  reluctant,  made  the  sun. 

8  ....    WILLIAM  FEW 1748 

Oh !  like  a  lichen  to  the  rock  of  home 

Here  let  me  cling — here  sing  my  fleeting  song ! 

9  .       .  JOHN  HOWARD  PAYNE.  ,    .  1792 


Their  deeds,  their  fame,  their  very  scars 
Shine  on  though  they  are  dead, 
As  light  that  travels  from  the  stars 
After  the  stars  are  fled. 

10  ...  JONATHAN  TRUMBULL.  .  .  1710 

32 


JUNE 

One  lies  and  dreams ;  there  is  no  dissonance 
In  all  the  slumbering  air. 

11  ....   JOSEPH  WARREN.   .       .  1741 


The  sting  of  this  tarantula  of  toil. 

12  ...     WILLIAM  THOMSON.  .       .  1727 


Bend  the  sword  and  break  the  sabre, 
Renew  Thy  blessed  curse  of  toil 
On  this  our  native  soil, 
And  give  thy  suffering  people  labor. 

13  ....    WiNFiELi)  SCOTT.  .  1786 


As  the  doomed  Darkness  backward  by  Him  rolled 

He  snatched  a  remnant  flying  into  light 

And  strewed  it  with  the  stars,  and  called  it  Night. 

14 JAMES  OTIS.  .  1702 


Sceptres  of  youth,  and  manhood's  diadems. 

15  .    .    .    .  JOHN  ELLIS  WOOL  .       .  1788 


33 


JUNE 

Enraptured  by  the  ecstasies  of  song ! 

16  .  .  WILLIAM  JAY  .        ,    .  1789 


Therefore  their  names  upon  the  shore 
Of  adamantine  Time, 
Nor  waves,  nor  tempest's  roar 
Shall  wash  away  forevermore ! 

17  .       BATTLE  OF  BUNKER  HILL.    .  1775 


Noiseless  into  the  Nadir, — as  a  star 
Darkened  by  God  in  anger,  from  afar 
Drops,  black,  into  the  gulphs  igni potent. 

18  .  .  JOHN  WHITE  .        .   .  1780 


Thy  fate  the  Poet's  is,— if  that  he  soar, 
He  soars  alone,  and  lonely  soaring,  sings. 

19  .  .  LEMUEL  HOPKINS.  .    .   .  1750 


Though  all  of  Heav'n  seemed  turned  into  one  lyre. 

20  .   t   WM.  RICHARDSON  DAVIE      .  1756 

$4 


JUNE 

Wistaria,  purpling  some  old  whitewashed  wall. 

21  .  DANIEL  D.  TOMPKINS.  .    .  1774 


When  from  the  thicket  near,  the  quail 
Pipes  to  his  mate. 

22  .  .  BENJAMIN  TUPPER  .       .  1738 


The  sun  is  sinking  softly  down  the  sky, 
And  all  the  air  is  growing  hushed  and  still. 
A  tinge  of  rose  has  touched  the  purple  hill 
Where  slow  the  silver  river  murmurs  by. 

23  .  .   CAESAR  RODNEY.  .  1730 


Doth  she  foresee 

The  Seal  of  Doom  is  on  her  as  she  booms 
In  monstrous  caverns,  everlastingly? 

24  .       .  RICHARD  RICHARDSON.      .  1704 


They,  from  the  top  of  their  Olympian  cloud, 
Flung  jewelled  harmonies  oracular, 
That  on  the  forehead  of  the  centuries  proud 
Live  on  forever — deathless  as  a  star ! 

25  .  ELIPHALET  NOTT.  ,       .  1773 


35 


JUNE 

With  slopes  of  bloom  and  beauty,  and  with  bee§ 
More  softly  murmurous  than  Hymettus  sees 
On  amaranthine  meads  of  asphodel. 

26  .  .  HEZEKIAH  MAHAM  .       .  1739 


Far  on  the  faint  horizon's  distant  rim, 

A  winged  spirit  of  the  sky  or  sea, 

How  beautiful  she  floats,  so  pure  and  free ! 

27  .  .  JOHN  BARRY.  .  1746 


Dim  shimmering  in  the  heat  the  violet  hills 
Call  to  us  vaguely  from  a  realm  of  dreams. 

28  .  .  JAMES  ROBERTSON   .    .    .  1742 


Some  star 
Whose  light  a  little  shall  prolong  his  day. 

29  .  BARON  DE  KALB.    .    .    .1721 


She  lifts  vast  voices.    In  her  awful  gloom* 
Roar  the  deep  thunders  of  eternity. 

30  .  .  JAMES  WILKINSON  .    .    .  1757 


JULY 

And  soft  the  summer  wind  puts  by  her  lance. 
1  ,  JOHN  HOUSTON  .        ,    .  1742 


Lovelier  to  me  than  all  Illyria's  woods, 

Or  mythic  dales  Idalian,  dimly  blue, 

With  immemorial  meadows  sweet  with  dew. 

JAMES  SEARLE  .  .  1730 


They  who  create  rob  death  of  half  its  stings. 

3  .    .  JOHN  SINGLETON  COPLEY  .    .  1737 


Let  the  false  statesmen  have  a  care 

How  they  #mrepresent 

The  honest  men  who  sent  them  there. 

4 . DECLARATION  OF  INDEPENDENCE.  1776 


Prostrate  I  fell  before  their  burning  feet — 
Prostrate  before  their  flaming  wing  of  fire, 

5  ....    ROBERT  TROUP  ....  1757 

37 


JULY 

The  water-lilies  seem  to  have  no  care 
But  dream  on  in  their  silence ;  and  the  oar 
Sleeps  in  the  bateau  by  the  sycamore. 

6  .  .  JOHN  PAUL  JONES.  .   .   .  1747 


Those  words  believe  not  for  they  were  not  true, 
That  lauding  other  lands  disparaged  mine. 

7  .  ARTHUR  CAMPBELL  .   .    .  1742 


Ah,  not  in  flocks  the  warblers  of  the  skies 
Make  the  blue  deeps  to  tremble  long  and  loud. 

8  .          .  FlTZGREENE   HALLECK.    .     .   1790 


Fair  as  in  far  Illyria  long  ago 

In  immemorial  days  divinely  dim. 

9  .  THOMAS  POSEY  ....  1750 


Let  me  look  round  upon  the  vasts,  and  brood 
A  moment  on  these  orbs. 

10  .    .  GEORGE  MJFFLIN  DALLAS  .   .1792 

38 


JULY 

From  upland  wheat-fields,  as  his  barns  he  fills, 
We  hear  the  farmer,  calling  to  his  teams. 

11  .   JOHN  Q.  ADAMS,  OTH  PRES'T.  .  1767 


Where  shall  I  make  my  grave  my  soul  to  please  ? 
In  sultry  wastes  where  silent  Arabs  tread  ? 
Upon  the  brow  of  some  stark  mountain's  head, 
Or  in  the  lone,  illimitable  seas  ? 

12  .  ,    JAMES  Ross.  .  1762 


Out  past  the  pickets  and  the  tents  of  thought ! 

13  .  GOZEN  VAN  SCHAICK.       .  1737 


While  Chaos  wavered,  for  she  felt  her  years 
Unsceptered  now  in  that  convulsive  zone. 

14  .  .  GEORGE  WALTON.          .  1740 


Not  in  these  valleys  where  we  now  recline, 
But  far  beyond  the  distant  mountain's  brow 
Lies  the  fair  land  I  love. 

15  .  .   THOMAS  SUMTER.   .   .  .1734 


JULY 

I  well  remember  where  the  beech  tree  stood, 
And  how  delicious  was  its  leafy  gloom 
Above  the  cows,  knee-deep  in  clover  bloom, 
With  sunshine  dappled  as  they  chewed  the  cud. 

16  .  .   GEORGE  TAYLOR.  .  1716 


In  amaranthine  fields  beyond  our  ken. 

17  ....  ELBRIDGE  GERRY.  .    .    .  1744 

Who,  with  a  mere  incurious  interest  stirred, 
Breaks,  carelessly,  some  road-side  rock  in  twain, 
And  startled,  finds  the  footmarks  of  a  bird 
Imperishably  printed  in  the  stone. 

18  ....  CHARLES  STEWART  .   .   .  1778 

This  vapor  we  call  Life  may  blind  us  still. 

19 JAMES  MARSH  ....  1794 

Through  eternity 

Worlds  may  be  born  at  will,  but  I  must  stay 
Cold  in  these  clouds,  who  beauteous  was,  and  drew 
Eos  to  love  me  every  rosy  morn. 

20  ...  MATTHEW  THORNTON  .    .    .1714 

40 


JULY 

Across  the  reedy  tussocks  of  the  mere 

The  grazing  horses  send  their  greeting  neigh. 

21  .    .  SAMUEL  POWELL  GKIFFITTS.  .  1759 


It  is  the  trysting  hour,  and  kindly  stars 
Bloom  in  the  twilight  trees  .  .O  Love !  O  Tears ! 
Oh  Youth  that  was,  that  will  not  come  again ! 

22  .  .  TENCH  TILGHMAN.  ,        .  1744 


Onward  he  plunged ,  and  as  he  came,  I  saw 
High  on  his  eyeless  skull,  a  crown  was  wreathed ; 
Sceptre  he  held,  and  sword  he  never  sheathed. 

23  .  NATHANIEL  MACON  .       .  1757 


The  starry  uplands  of  creative  thought. 

24  ....  STEPHEN  SIMPSON.  .  .  .  1789 

The  lion  people  shakes  its  mane, 
Nor  will  be  fed  with  words  again. 

25  .....  HENRY  KNOX  ....  1750 

41 


JULY 


The  cattle,  dreaming,  stand  about  the  bars, 
Where  ripe  wheat  yellows  all  the  hills  of  June, 
What  time  the  silver  sickle  of  the  moon 
Reaps  down,  in  golden  swaths,  the  western  stars. 

26  ..  .  .  GEORGE  CLINTON.  .  .  .1739 

But  War's  gaunt  Vultures  that  were  lean,  shall  grow 
Gorged  in  the  darkness  in  a  single  night. 

27  ....     SAMUEL  SMITH  ....  1752 

Recede  !  recede  !  all  literal  things  that  are ! 
Welcome  the  voice  that  is  not,  but  that  seems. 

28  ...  JAMES  ASHTON  BAYARD  .    .  1767 

Sole  Lord  of  Lords  and  very  King  of  Kings, 
He  sits  within  the  desert,  carved  in  stone  ; 
Inscrutable,  colossal,  and  alone, 
And  ancienter  than  memory  of  things. 

29  ...    .    PETER  SCHUYLER.  .    .    .  1710 

Where  is  the  glory  fled  ?— where  are  the  gleams— 
The  recreant  Dawn's  incomparable  beams? 

30  .    .    ,     WILLIAM  LEDYARD  .       .  1738 


But  the  stone 

Men  heed  not  till  it  stand  above  his  tomb— 
The  cold  commemoration  of  his  tears. 

31  ..    ...   JAMES  KENT 1763 

42 


AUGUST 


In  curtained  coolness  of  this  quiet  room 
With  half-closed  eyes  I  lean  back  in  my  chair, 
And  fanning  softly,  tread  a  land  of  dreams. 

FRANCIS  SCOTT  KEY  .       .1779 


For  he  lacks  wisdom,  who,  with  mad  misrule 
Vexes  his  lake  of  life  with  Love's  wild  ills. 

2  .  .    JOHN  WOOLMAN.    ,   .    .1720 


And  near  the  nibbled  green 
Of  velvet  foot-hills,  watched  the  browsing  herds. 

3  .  .  RICHARD  CASWELL  .    .    .  1729 


To  see  thy  chariot,  radiant-teamed 
Come  up  the  slopes  of  morning  from  the  brine  ! 

4  JEDEDIAH  HUNTINGTON  .    .  1743 

What  hopes !  what  fears  1  what  rapturous  sufferings  \ 
What  burning  words  of  love  will  there  be  said  ! 
What  sobs— what  tears !  what  passionate  whisperings ! 
Under  thy  boughs,  when  I,  alas !  am  dead. 

6  ...    THOMAS  LYNCH,  JR.     .    .  1749 

43 


AUGUST 


Warbling  her  love-lay  in  the  golden  air, 
As  on  her  beating  breast  the  sunset  flush 
Lay  like  a  glory. 

6     GULIANCROMMELINVERPLANCK,    1786 


Words  of  great  Poets,  pure  as  peaks  of  snow, 
Should  stand  up  through  the  ages. 

7  .    .     JOSEPH  RODMAN  DRAKE  .    .  1795 


Passionate  cravings  for  some  moorland  fen ; 
For  furze,  and  rowen,  and  a  heathery  glen. 

8  ....    JAMES  BOWDOIN,    .    .    .  1727 


It  was  the  sweetness  of  thy  lips  beguiled 
Life  of  its  pang  and  made  the  darkness  bright, 

9  ....    JAMES  CLINTON.  .  1736 


A  tree  will  prove  a  blessing  all  life  long. 
10  ...    EDMUND  RANDOLPH  .    .    .  1753 

44 


AUGUST 


So  silent  is  the  air,  so  hushed,  so  mute, 
That  e'en  the  sentinel  heron  does  not  hear, 
But  stands  erect,  nor  drops  his  lifted  foot. 

11  .    .   THEODRIC  ROMEYN  BECK  .    .1791 


I  see  the  cannon  mow  them  down 
Like  mowers  mowing  hay. 

12  .  FRANCIS  MARION.          .  1732 


And  calmly  hears 

Love's  surges  beat  against  Life's  lessening  shore 
As  on  a  land  that  he  shall  touch  no  more. 

13  ....   FRANCIS  BARBER.  .   .   .  1751 


And  holds  the  blue  of  heaven  calm  and  still. 

14  ...    PETER  BUEL  PORTER.   .   .  1773 

Hearing  a  voice  that  calls  me  o'er  the  hills, 
Rise  and  walk  onward,  with  no  fear  of  ills. 

15  ...   BENJAMIN  HAWKINS  .    .    .  1754 

45 


AUGUST 


While,  'mid  the  silences  throughout  the  day, 
The  locust's  sharp  staccato  stabs  the  ear. 

16  ...   EDWARD  G.  MALBONE.  .    .  1777 


Come  up  into  the  mountains,  and  be  free  ! 

17  .  ,   DAVID  CROCKETT.  ,       .1786 


And  in  mute  marble  see  the  immortals  bloom 
Down  the  long  aisles  of  gilded  galleries. 

18  ...  WILLIAM  MACPHERSON  .    .1756 


And  'tween  two  worlds,  'tis  thou  that  canst  let  fall 
The  cloudy  drawbridge  of  Daedalian  dreams. 

19  ...     MICHAEL  RUDOLPH  .   ,    .  1754 


Within  the  Muse's  realm  a  denizen 

He  walks  at  times  with  winged  feet  elate. 

20  ....  CHARLES  FRASER.  .   .   .  1782 


46 


AUGUST 


I  hear  the  ecstatic  song  the  wild  bird  flings, 
In  future  summers,  from  thy  leafy  head  ! 

21  .        ASHEB  BROWN  DURAND.  ,    .  1796 


The  satyr  pricked  his  goat-ears,  wonderingly, 
And  dropped,  atween  his  hoofs,  his  pipe  of  oat. 

22  .        JAMES  KIRKE  PAULDING  .   .  1779 


Comes  she  from  silken  Fez  or  dusk  Cathay, 
With  scents  of  sandal- wood  that  round  her  play 
In  all  her  sails  ? 

23  .        OLIVER  HAZARD  PERRY.  .   .  1785 


Why  should  I  like  the  restless,  ever  roam 

And  clip  the  world  from  shining  shore  to  shore  ? 

24  .  JOHN  MORIN  SCOTT.  .       .  1730 


Thou  sweet  inexorable  Poesy. 

25  .  JOHN  NEAL.  .  1793 


47 


AUGUST 


While  in  a  dusty  glory  all  the  cows 
Come  winding,  slowly,  up  the  golden  lane. 

26  .        ,    THOMAS  PYM  COPE.  .  1768 


To  thee  much  have  I  owed 
Sweet  Idleness !  whose  wings  are  always  furled. 

27  ...        .  JOSEPH  REED.  .  .1741 


And  roam  these  hills,  far  inland  from  the  sea  ! 
For  after  health,  what  better  hath  this  life 
Than  Rest,  and  Thought,  and  sage  Tranquillity. 

28  .  NICHOLAS  FISH  .  .1758 


Thy  tortures  have  I  borne, 

Thy  vultures,  thunders,  lightnings,  and  commands, 
Yet  thee  I  still  defy — defy  and  scorn  ! 

29  .  RICHARD  RUSH  .  .1780 


Still  does  Apollo  down  the  scarlet  ways 
Of  sunset  glory  charioteer  his  team. 

30  .  .   JOSEPH  DENNIE  .  .  1768 


Watching  through  green  trees 
Some  host  of  far-off  clouds,  that  slowly  soar! 

31  ....    DAVID  HOSAOK      ...  1769 

48 


SEPTEMBER 

Who  marks  the  glint  of  wings  in  woodland  ways — 
The  gold  of  flickers,  and  the  blue  of  jays? 

1  ....  CHESTER  HARDING  .       .1792 


May  move  as  peaceful  as  a  folded  sail. 

2  .    .    GILBERT  STUART  NEWTON.    .  1795 

And  many  a  caravan 

Halting  at  wells  twixt  Cairo  and  Kairwan, 
Hearing  the  birds,  believed  in  Psapho's  line. 

3  ....     JOHN  SCUDDER  ....  1793 

Beyond  that  future  still  I  look, 
And  with  the  Seer's  eyes 
I  read,  as  in  an  open  book, 
The  final  prophesies. 

4  ...   WILLIAM  THOMPSON  .    .    .1781 

Then  War  shall  doff  his  plumes  of  red, 
And  Conflict's  flag  be  furled  ; 
And  universal  Peace  shall  spread 
Her  white  wings  o'er  the  world. 

5  ....    FIRST  CONGRESS.    .    .    .  1774 

40 


SEPTEMBER^ 

The  pendent  garlands  of  the  garden  hops 
Sway  with  the  breeze  ;  and  the  blown  peach  tree 

drops 
Her  globes  of  crimson  in  the  grassy  lane. 

6  .  LAFAYETTE 1757 


And  on  the  void's  black  beetling  edge,  alone 
Stood  with  raised  wings,  and  listened  for  the  tone 
Of  God's  command  to  reach  his  eager  ears. 

.  THOMAS  HARTLEY  .    .    .  1748 


Across  the  years  the  phantom  waves  of  green 
Boom  at  its  base  above  the  petrel's  screams. 

8  .  EDWARD  TYNG.     .   .    .  1755 


I  stand  against  the  gods  for  man  alone. 

9  ....    ELEAZAR  LORD.     ...  1788 

Lift  me  above ;  and  thou  once  more  be  mine 
Far  in  the  bosom  of  thy  clouds  of  gold ! 

10  .  .  JOHN  JORDON  CRITTENDEN.  .  1786 

50 


SEPTEMBER 

Beloved  dales,  and  crags  that  touch  the  sky, 
The  tendrils  of  my  heart  for  years  have  grown 
Around  you  all— ye  cannot  be  o'erthrown, — 
Ye  hold  my  heart,  and  shall  until  I  die ! 

11  ..    .    .    FELIX  GRUNDY  .    .       .  1777 


We  rest  supine ;  we  listen  to  the  roar, 
And  bear  the  slow  abrasion  of  the  tides. 

12  ...     WILLIAM  VAUGHAN  .       .  1703 


But  I  will  make  my  soul  a  pool,  and  seek 
The  sheltering  hollows  of  the  hills  afar. 

13  .  CASPAR  WISTAR.  .  1761 


Torch-bearer  to  illimitable  glooms 

And  cavernous  hollows  of  impending  years ! 

14  .-  .    .    .    JOHN  HARVARD.  .  1608 


The  novelist's  cockle-burr  of  dubious  seeds. 
15  .    .  JAMES  FENNIMORE  COOPER.  .  1789 

51 


SEPTEMBER 

And  faint  is  heard  and  low 
The  pipe  of  some  brown  Faun  beneath  the  pine. 

16  .  .  WILLIAM  GORDON.  .       .  1730 


Still  soaring  heavenward  with  unwinnowing  wings 
Lose  thy  dark  self  in  realms  of  dazzling  light. 

17  .  .  SAMUEL  HOPKINS.  .       .  1721 


They  pass  the  sea  and  all  its  snowy  foam, 
Its  vast  and  restless  rolling  and  its  roar ; 
Mountains  and  vales,  dread  deserts  they  explore, 
And  glorious  cities  dim  with  many  a  dome. 

18  .  DANIEL  DENISON.  .    .    .  1613 


High  on  the  mountain,  brother  to  the  cloud, 

I  stand  upon  this  elemental  stone 

As  free  as  kings  upon  their  native  throne. 

19  .  ,   WILLIAM  GASTON.  .    .    .  1778 


He  of  the  thyrsus  and  the  vine, 
Comes  with  his  leopards  and  his  skins  of  wine. 

20  ....  CHARLES  CARROLL  .  .  .  1737 

52 


SEPTEMBER 

Yet  in  the  heart  the  fragrance  of  the  rose — 
The  summer's  rose— lingers  with  eloquence. 

21  ,  .  SAMUEL  HAMMOND  .       ,  1757 


O  Sorrow,  Mother  of  melodious  Woe ! 

22  .  MARSHALL  PINCKNEY  WILDER  .  1796 


Enough  for  me  the  brook's 
Sweet  counsel,  and  the  torrent's  roar. 

23  .  ISAAC  REED.  .  1778 


Beyond  the  narrow  verge  of  space  and  time. 

24  .    .    TAYLOR,  12TH  PRESIDENT.    .  1784 

Place  me  on  high  above  the  Cataract's  shore 
Amid  the  mists,  the  sunshine,  and  the  gloom ; 
Still  hearing,  in  that  immemorial  roar, 
The  thunder  of  God's  presence  round  my  tomb  ! 

25  ....    JAMES  MUGFORD.    .    .    .  1725 

53 


SEPTEMBER 

Then  from  the  turrets  on  the  ramparts  lost 
The  Twilight  cohorts  flaunt  their  flag  of  gray. 

26  .  ABRAHAM  WHIPPLE  .       .  1733 


They  cannot  die. 
Indelible  and  permanent 
Their  deeds  are  written  on  the  firmament- 
Be  ye  content ! 

27  .  SAMUEL  ADAMS.  .  1722 


Their  sob  dies  with  them,  like  an  untolled  bell. 

28  .  JAMES  WARREN.  .  1726 


In  upper  rooms 

I  hear  faint  foot-falls,  silent  for  long  years ; 
Lost  lips  bend  down  anear  me. 

29  .  ZABDIEL  BOYLSTON.          .  1680 


I  feel  the  zephyr's  breath  that  here  and  there 
Bends  the  poised  arrow-heads,  and  interlocks 
Gently,  their  barbs. 

30  .  WILLIAM  SHORT.  .  1759 


54 


OCTOBER 

Who's  this  a-coming  through  the  mellow  haze 
Nude  as  young  Bacchus,  russet-skinned,  embrowned; 
His  brow  with  clustered  grapes  and  grape  leaves 

bound, 
And  trailing  vines  of  scarlet  all  ablaze? 

1  .  RUFUS  CHOATE.  .  .  1799 


And  still  with  its  irrevocable  strides, 
Tramples  the  sea  upon  us  evermore. 

2  .....  JUNJUS  SMITH  ....  1780 

Then  drifted  down  the  gateways  of  the  sun 
With  fading  pennon  and  with  gonfalon, 
And  cast  her  anchors  in  the  pools  of  gold. 

3  .   .  JOHN  RODGERS .    .    .    .1771 


Hands  laid  in  ours ;  dear  faces  once  caressed 
And  left  forever. 

4  .  THOMAS  LLOYD.     .   .    .1649 


A  splendor  merged  into  the  infinite ; 
A  glory  now  forever  passed  away. 

5  .       .  JONATHAN  EDWARDS  .    .    .  1703 


55 


OCTOBER 

And  hear  from  hill-tops  dim  the  baying  hound. 

6  .    .     JOSHUA  REED  GIDDINGS  .   .  1795 


And  seas  new  made,  immense  and  furious,  each 
Plunged  and  rolled  forward  feeling  for  a  beach. 

7  .  TIMOTHY  MATLACK.          .  1730 


I  knew  her  by  immortal  murmurings : 

'Twas  Psyche,  white-limbed,  glowing  like  a  star! 

8 JOHN  CLARKE  .  .  1609 


A  million  years  are  as  a  day 
In  Thy  omnipotence ! 

LEWIS  CASS.  .  1782 


The  sculptor,  unillustrious  and  alone, 
Pent  in  the  still  reclusion  of  his  room, 
Carves,  through  the  vexed  vicissitude  of  years 
Some  marvel  in  Carrara. 

10  ....   BENJAMIN  WEST.    .    .   .  1738 

56 


OCTOBER 

The  light  is  going ;  but  low  overhead 
Poises  the  glory  of  the  evening  star. 

11  ,  PHILIP  TURNER.  ,  1740 


Kingdoms  in  ashes,  past  them  all  she  flows, 

And  dust  of  monarchs  and  swart  queens  she  dooms 

To  lie  along  her  sands. 

12  ...  BARTHOLOMEW  GREEN.  .    ,  1666 

How  could  the  spirit  dare  to  set  in  speech 
The  poignant  love  that  lies  beyond  the  reach 
And  utmost  eloquence  of  human  tongue 
Upon  the  shores  of  Silence. 

13  .    .  JAMES  MITCHELL  VARNUM.    .  1749 


Look  down  with  patience  on  the  lesser  men 
That  thou  hast  left  behind  thee,  and  their  ways. 

14  .  WILLIAM  PENN  .  .  1644 


To  Vallombrosian  valleys  let  them  go ; 
To  steep  Sorrento,  or  where  ilex  trees 
Cast  their  gray  shadows  o'er  Sicilian  seas. 

15  .  THOMAB  HUTOHINS  .    ,    .1730 


57 


OCTOBER 

He  dozes  near  the  cider-press  for  days. 
Sipping  the  oozed  juice  of  pomace  lees; 
And  leaning  on  the  cope  of  orchard  walls. 
Watches  the  golden  apple  till  it  falls. 

16  .  .  NOAH  WEBSTER  .  .  1758 


Beloved  Poesy !  to  thee  I  cry 

Wrap  thy  dear  arms  around  me— hold  me  strong ! 
Oh !  wake  me  with  thy  kisses  when  I  die  ! 

17  .    ,    CHARLES  KOBERT  LESLIE  .    .  1794 


O  had  I  hut  thy  wings  when  storms  arise, 
Grey  spirit  of  the  sea  and  of  the  shore ! 

18  ....  TAPPING  REEVE  .  .  1744 


The  thunderous  breakers  capped  with  agony. 

19  .    JOHN  ADAMS,  2ND  PRESIDENT  .  1735 


He  loved  His  darkness  still,  for  it  was  old : 
He  grieved  to  see  His  eldest  child  take  flight. 

20  .....  JAMEB  LOGAN  .    .   ,    .1674 


58 


OCTOBER 

Now,  like  a  red  leaf  on  the  autumnal  stream, 
That  cannot  steer  nor  stop— that  cannot  sink — 
Swiftly  I  drift. 

21  .        WILLIAM  HENRY  ALLEN  .    .  1784 


'Tis  nature's  error  when  two  lovers  die. 

22  .        DAVID  BRADIE  MITCHELL.  ,.  1766 


Slave  on  'neath  Life's  insufferable  load. 

23  .  ,  THOMAS  PINCKNEY  .        .  1750 


Comfort,  O  Hope,  the  while  we  draw  this  breath  ; 
Be  near,  and  lead  us  with  exultant  wings ; 
Aid  now,— we  shall  not  need  thee  after  death ! 

24  ....   EDMUND  QUINCY.  .    .    .  1681 


Ah !  there  is  but  one- 
Autumn,  that  drowsy  Faun,  who  slowly  steals 
Down  through  the  woods  away— and  all  is  dun  ! 

25  .    .  JOHN  PENDLETON  KENNEDY  .  1795 


59 


OCTOBER 

Delay  awhile,  delay  O  sinking  light ! 
A  little  longer  linger  in  the  sky. 

26  ....   AMOS  STODDARD.    .    .    .  1762 

The  dim  aureola  of  the  western  glow 
Lingers  above  the  river  hill-top's  rim, 
And  the  sweet  huntress,  now  a  virgin  slim, 
Draws,  in  immortal  fields,  that  silver  bow. 

27  ....  STEPHEN  OLNEY.  .  .  .1755 

The  fields  are  pages,  and  their  leaves,  divine. 

28  ...   ALEXANDER  MURRAY.  .    .  1755 

Delude  me  into  dreams  that  have  no  end 
Until  I  feel— it  is  not  Death,  but  Sleep. 

29  .    .  ROBERT  GOODLOE  HARPER.  .  1765 

In  that  unfooted  dim  dominion 
Beyond  aurorean  reaches  of  the  sun. 

30  ....     ZADOCK  PRATT  ....  1790 

The  beggared  monarchs  of  a  realm  of  tears  ! 

31  ....     JAMES  LOVELL  .  .  1737 


NOVEMBER 


A  stately  figure  walking  through  the  wood  ; 
Her  features  faded  ;  in  her  eye  a  tear. 

1  ,    .  STEPHEN  VAN  RENSSELAER.  .  1764 


Bird  of  the  wave !  my  soul,  as  thine,  is  crossed 
By  the  same  spirit  of  undying  quest- 
Far  on  the  shoreless  ocean  of  unrest 
Driven  forever,  and  forever  tossed  ! 

2  ...  POLK,  HTH  PRESIDENT.  .    .  1795 


Apollo  still  is  cruel  as  the  sea. 

3  .    .   WILLIAM  CULLEN  BRYANT.  .  1794 


Their  deeds,  their  fame,  their  veiy  scars 
Shine  on  though  they  are  dead, 
As  light  that  travels  from  the  stars 
After  the  stars  are  fled. 

DECLARATION  OF  RIGHTS  .    .1774 


Dreams  are  in  sooth,  the  only  verity. 

.  WASHINGTON  ALLSTON.  .    .  1779 


61 


NOVEMBER 


How  still  the  groves  !  And  has  some  silver  flute 
Ceased  suddenly? 

6  ....  JOHN  BARNARD  ....  1681 

And  o'er  her  vast  and  ever-shifting  floor 

Thou,  on  thy  grey  wing  roaming,  still  dost  soar, 

Forever  drawn  to  where  the  distance  lies. 

7  .     .     SlLAB  HORTON  STRINGHAM.    .1798 

The  aching  nation  holds  her  breath, 

And  Silence  stands  and  listens,  still  as  Death. 

8  ....  WILLIAM  WIRT  ....  1772 

Across  the  distant  times  unborn 
That  sleep  in  gloom  enfurled, 
The  mystic  veil  aside  is  torn — 
I  see  the  ending  world  ! 

9  ....    WILLIAM  LINN  ....  1752 

The  stars,  that  up  the  gentle  evening's  slope 
Through  amaranthine  meads  of  heliotrope, 
Tread  on  imperial,  haughty  and  supreme, 
Shod  with  those  sandals  of  eternal  beam. 

10  ....   JAMES  WILSON  .  .  1742 


NOVEMBER 


What  did  it  matter  all  the  mud  and  slush  ? 
What  did  it  matter  should  love  bring  us  pain  ? 
Your  voice  was  like  the  gurgle  of  a  thrush — 
Your  voice  that  I  shall  never  hear  again  ! 

11  .  PEYTON  RANDOLPH  .        .  1723 


In  late  November  when  no  skies  are  clear, 
When  the  great  splendor  fades  from  all  the  vines, 
And  no  last  leaf  the  wood  incarnadines. 

12  ...    WILLIAM  MAXWELL  .    .    .  1798 

From  o'er  th'  empurpled  gravel  of  the  bar, 
Faint  to  us  comes  the  lonely  bittern's  scream ; 
While  on  the  darkening  mirror  of  the  stream 
Falls  the  effulgence  of  the  evening  star. 

13  .  ,   JOHN  DICKINSON.       .    .  1732 


Some  sleep  below,  but  memories  oft  they  bring 
Sweet  as  remembered  odors  of  the  hay. 

14  .  ,  NOBLE  WIMBERLY  JONES  .  .  1724 


That  purple  pomp  Egyptian,  long  gone  by. 

15  ....    BARON  STEUBEN,    .    .    .  1730 

63 


NOVEMBER 


There  is  a  beauty  gone  from  out  the  day ; 
There  is  a  planet  fallen  from  the  night. 

16  .    .    .    .   FREDERICK  MAY.   ,       .  1773 


And  sipping,  softly,  hear  the  hiss  and  foam 
Of  beaded  bubbles  bursting  round  the  brim. 

17  ,    .    .    .    DAVID  KINNISON.          .  1736 


And  in  life's  turbid  wave,  forevermore, 
Drops  the  crown  jewel  of  his  Melody, 
As  one  who  from  some  cliff  upon  the  shore 
Lets  fall,  unseen,  a  ruby  to  the  sea. 

18  .   JONATHAN  MITCHELL  SEWALL  .  1745 


Her  crimson  robes  that  long  the  winds  withstood, 
Now  trailing  torn  and  dark  throughout  the  year. 

19  .  .  GEORGE  ROGERS  CLARKE  .  .  1752 


A  phantom  ship  across  the  sunset  strand 
Rose  out  of  dreams  and  clave  the  purple  seas. 

20  ...    PEREGRINE  WHITE.  .        .  1620 


64 


NOVEMBER 


The  low  sad  wail 

Of  scentless  winds  that  scour  the  bitter  vale 
And  find  no  fragrance  now  from  all  the  meads. 

21  ..    .    .  JOSIAH  BARTLETT.  .    .    .  1729 

Then  Darkness  trembled  and  began  to  quake 
Big  with  the  birth  of  stars,  and  when  He  spake 
A  million  worlds  leapt  into  radiant  light ! 

22  ....  PHILIP  SCHUYLER.  .    .    .  1733 

Her  face  the  grave  of  beauty,  sad,  severe ; 
A  queen  dethroned  and  in  her  solitude. 

23  .  EDWARD  RUTLEDGE  .        .  1749 


Enough  !  and  let  our  poor  words  cease. 
Our  strongest  praise  in  feeble  breath 
Made  superfluous  by  Death. 

24  .  .  DANIEL  MORGAN.  .  1736 


The  pensive  Muse, 

Secluded  from  the  world,  by  willowy  banks, 
From  immemorial  times  has  loved  to  stray 
Along  the  murmuring  margin  of  fair  streams^ 

25  .  ,   HENRY  SARGENT.    ,        .  1770 


NOVEMBER 


And  now  portentous  phantoms  fill  the  sky. 

26  .  .  JOHN  SEVIER.  .  1745 


It  was  the  sweetest  silence  ever  fell 
Upon  the  ear  of  earth. 

27  .  .  ARTEMAS  WARD  .  .  1727 


The  still  solitude 

Became  a  harp  whereon  his  voice  and  mood 
Made  spheral  music  round  his  haloed  head. 
I  spake—for  then  I  had  not  long  been  dead. 

28  .        .    STEPHEN  HIGGINSON  .        .  1743 


There  is  each  day  a  melancholy  tone 
Tolled  from  the  cloudy  towers  of  sunset  red. 

29  .  BENJAMIN  CHEW.  .  1722 


From  the  dim  sea's  unknowable  extreme. 
30  ,        c  LAWRENCE  KEARNEY  .        .  1789 


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Far — far  the  naiad  of  the  brook  has  flown, 
Her  reeds  are  tuneless  on  the  icy  shore ; 
Gleams  from  the  wood,  white  as  Carrara's  stone, 
The  Dorian  column  of  the  sycamore. 

WILLIAM  SHEPARD.  ,        .  1737 


Ah!  no  assaulting  banda— 
No  houndi  of  Care  swarm  at  the  gate  and  bark. 

2  .       .  RICHARD  MONTGOMERY  .    .  1736 


The  music  of  the  saw-mill  when  it  sings. 
3  .  AARON  Go  DEN.  .        ,    .  1756 


There  was  a  time  when  o'er  my  gentle  books 
Upon  the  vellumed  treasures  and  their  lore, 
From  morn  to  tranced  midnight  would  I  pore. 

4  .  WILLIAM  NORTH.  ,        .  1755 


A  voice  which  came  from  regions  high,  far  hence, 
Making  rosy  all  the  sky 
With  its  beneficence. 

5  .    .  VAN  BUREN,  STH  PRESIDENT  .  1782 

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What  memories  tender  of  the  long  ago 
Moan  through  the  lyre  of  these  limbs  and  fall 
Soft  on  the  heart  and  with  their  sighs  enthrall 
The  lonely  soul  until  the  tears  o'erflow  ! 

.  .  ELEAZER  OSWALD.  .    .    .  1755 


The  blind  Bard's  book  was  open  in  my  hand, 
There  where  the  Cyclops  makes  the  Odyssey's 
Calm  pages  tremble  as  Odysseus  flees. 

7  .  .  JOHN  MORTON  .  .1724 


So  as  man's  night  comes  on,  fain  would  he  weave 
His  name  around  some  deathless  star,  or  die 
To  give  it  to  a  flower. 

8  .  .ELI  WHITNEY  .  .1765 


Far  through  ethereal  fields,  and  zenith  seas, 
High,  with  strong  wing-beats  and  with  eagle  ease. 

9  .        .  ARTHUR  MIDDLETON  .        .  1743 


Idealize  To-day,  then  carve  your  Dream, 
Your  ear  held  closer  to  Life's  red  heart-beat ! 

10  .       .  MATTHIAS  W.  BALDWIN  .    .  1795 


DECEMBER 


Then  leave  that  buzzing  hive,  the  city  mart ; 
Come,  while  my  gnarl'd  oaks  hold  their  wealth 

of  snows, 
Come  to  a  country  hearth. 

11  .  ,   HIRAM  PAULDING.  .        .  1797 


I  see  the  prairies  blossom  wide 
With  million  happy  homes ; 
And  where  the  buffalo  herds  abide, 
Uprise  the  gilded  domes. 

12  .  .  JOHN  JAY.  .  1745 


O  Time !  desppiler  of  the  dreams  of  youth ; 
Iconoclast !  with  the  cold  heart  of  Cain, 
Killing  our  pleasures  for  us— all !  in  sooth- 
Even  the  pleasures  of  remembered  pain ! 

13  .  .  AMBROSE  SPENCER  .       .  1765 


Leaving  the  rude  Cathedral  of  my  Song 
Unfinished  still— devoid  of  spire  or  dome. 

14  .    .  RETURN  JONATHAN  MEIGS.     ,  1740 


This  being  made,  He  yearned  for  worlds  to  make 
From  other  chaos  out  beyond  our  night. 

15  ..    .    ,    JOHN  HAVILAND.    .    .    .  1792 

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DECEMBER 


Gray  tangles  of  long  grasses,  sere  and  pale ; 
The  flowerless  stalks  of  most  pathetic  weeds. 

16  .        ,    GEORGE  WHITEFIELD.  ,    .1714 


Take  all  that  is,  but  leave  me  all  my  dreams, 
That  solace  like  the  presence  of  a  star. 

17  .     DEBORAH  SAMPSON  .   .  1760 


Their  rancor  is  not  cured,  but  only  cowed. 
18  .  HUGH  MERCER  .  .  17-21 


Whoso  shall  lay  his  hand  upon  the  lyre 
For  twice  a  hundred  times,  as  I  have  done, 
Needs  must  reverberate  some  earlier  tone, 
And  often  strike,  alas,  the  selfsame  wire. 

19  .  BENJAMIN  TRUMBULL.  .    .  1735 


No  long-drawn  caravan  across  the  sand, 
With  camels  carrying  silks  of  Samarkand  ; 
No  dancing  girls  with  anklets  tinkling  clear, 
Nor  troop,  nor  scymetar,  nor  plumed  spear. 

20  ....  THOMAS  WILLING   .    .    .1741 

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T'  endure  that  Fate  we  cannot  comprehend, 
And  like  the  Year,  submit,  and  learn  to  die. 

21  .    JAMES  EDWARD  OGLETHORPE  .  1698 


The  idle— worthless— pauper— renegade , 

Swarm  on  the  moat.    Shall  Europe — Python  foe — 

Slough  her  skin  here  ?    Arise !  and  tell  her,  No ! 

22  .  .  WILLIAM  ELLERY.          .  1727 


Tier  upon  tier  of  seraphim,  bedight 
With  most  excessive  glory. 

23  ...   THOMAS  MACDONOUGH,  .    .1783 


Trudge  round  life's  circles  still,  with  willing  feet ; 
And  from  the  sheaves  of  trial  and  of  pain, 
By  patience  strong,  and  by  endurance  meet, 
Tramp  out,  ere  evening  comes,  the  golden  grain  ! 

24  .  DR.  BENJAMIN  RUSH.        .  1745 


And  He  was  ag6d  ere  the  thought  of  morn 
Shook  the  sheer  steeps  of  black  Oblivion. 

25  .  .  JOSEPH  PALMER  .  1788 


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And  on  the  high  crags  where  the  wan  snows  freeze, 
The  gaunt  gray  Winter  mounts  his  stormy  throne. 

26  ..    .    .    THOMAS  NELSON.    .   ,    .  1738 

O  Thou,  who  art  the  God  of  Peace, 
No  less  than  God  of  War, 
When  shall  the  Nations'  carnage  cease, 
When  shall  arise  Thy  star  ? 

27  .   ;    .    .     NATHAN  DANE  ....  1752 

Why  do  we  sing  ?    Alas !  because  we  must. 

28  .    CATHARINE  MARIA  SEDGWICK  .  1789 

Bring  Thou  all  war  unto  a  close  ; 
Let  Peace  resume  her  right ; 
The  battle  field  shall  bear  the  rose, 
And  Wisdom  spread  her  light. 

29  ....  JAMES  NICHOLSON.  .    .    .  1737 

But  if  the  dark  days  ever  come 

When  holy  duty  calls, 

When  man  must  leave  his  quiet  home 

To  storm  a  foeman's  walls, 

Be  sure,  O  War!  that  thou  shalt  find, 

Though  scattered  far  and  wide, 

Ten  thousand  hearts  they  left  behind, 

As  brave  as  those  that  died. 

30  .    .  JOHN  EDWARDS  HOLBROOK.  .  1794 

Hush !  for  the  Day  is  kneeling  down  in  prayer. 

31  .  EDWARD  HAND  .  .  1744 


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